[Intro]
(But I have learned that all you give)
All you put in this shit, so all you get out of it, that's it
Ain't nothing else to it, but to do it I got em, 227 concreatures Up top, lock in, lock out
[Chorus]
Cause these streets my life, I be in Wayne County jail
But never lose the faith when I'm at OCJ
Fuck the boys in blue, that's for my niggas upstate
If your career's a crime because the hardest thing in the world
Cut these streets, my life, I be in Wayne County Jail
But never lose the faith when I'm in OCJ
Fuck the boys in blue, that's for my niggas upstate
If your career's a crime because the hardest thing in the world
[Verse 1]
Free Leslie and CD, cheddar and cheesy. Raheem, Juan, Greenlee, Sammy from B Street. Slick Rich, Thang Mo, Marley and Blaylock. Vlite, White, Ray, Smoke, Sharky and J-Rock
Bushwick, Devo, Dooley and Speed. Mike, Mike, D and Juan, Purdue for them keys
Dino, Rico, Sleazy Lee, my nigga JP, A.T. and Deezy D doing a Presley with Pee-wee, Lenny and Meachie Tai Chi, Rob, CeCe, Manny and Sleepy Quick, Mitch, Tank, Joe, Charlie and Tay Pops Ice Ice, Bae Bro, Tommy from Shave Block Young Chris, J-Mo, Doomy and Freeze Ice Spike and Demar, Herb, Blue and Kareem Kilo, Chico, Quinny and me I'm tryna stay free Hate me or leave me be, it's concrete
[Verse 2]
Cut these streets, my life, I be in Wayne County, wearing green and white
Like I hoop for state, but never lose the faith When I'm in O.C.J. sporting blues and gray
To my out date, fuck the boys in blue This for my niggas upstate, rockin' orange and blue
Just keep it thorough, if your career's a crime Because the hardest thing in the world to kill is time
[Verse 3]
I woke up, jumped out my bunk, my bunkie Don't need cold cuts, so he gave me his lunch tray
Beat a robbery armed with a .38 Impossible involvement in a murder case Aged 15 but my mind was older
On my way to the clink if I get blinded over
Looking at life I can see my death In the game ways deep stay true to my set Doing the stretch for catching a body, kill it
Two days in, found all this brother snitchin'
Countin' on my dog, behind the wall, Will he accept my collect calls?
My big cousin on that tip like Quit sellin' crack and go straight, But this ain't his life that I'm livin'
Though I kept it in mind Gotta aquitted out of prison, now the city it's mine Detroit
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